Chapter IV

To say that Kurt Hummel was shocked was an understatement.

As soon as he got home after spending part of the afternoon with Blaine, he collapsed in his bed to think about what had happened in the past days.

First of all, the guy who he used to catalogue as a ladies man was gay! He couldn't really believe it.

Blaine was always winking and eye-fucking the Cheerios and he also complimented the looks of a few of them. And there was that time that Blaine was telling Quinn Fabray how great that tight blue dress fitted her, and how it did bring out her eyes.

Oh.

That was so gay.

Well, it did make a little more sense. The Cheerios (more like Santana, actually) loved bragging on about how great the guys were that they'd had sex with. And not one of them talked about Blaine. At first, he thought that it was that Blaine had a wee problem and they were ashamed of saying that they had sex with someone whose nose was larger than his penis or were kind enough not to share it with the world. But, if that were the case, they wouldn't keep eye-fucking him and trying to get his attention and, Kurt guessed, they'd tell their friends. Wouldn't they?

And, let's be honest, if Blaine had an almost-non-existent-cock the first thing the Cheerios would do when they found out, would be to tell everybody and their moms.

On the other hand, said guy seemed to find Kurt's pussy hot. Like, a real turn on. Also, he found Kurt hot and he had no problem with saying it out loud, constantly it would seem. Which made Kurt feel uncomfortable, he didn't know what to say or do.

No one, except his father, had ever had talked to Kurt to say something good about him, let alone compliment him or say how hot he was. One time, Rachel Berry had said to him that he'd make a good backup voice to one of her spectacular solos. And Santana Lopez told him once she liked his girly sweater.

That was kind of a compliment, wasn't it? She liked the sweater.

But it was different with Blaine. Even when he wasn't saying anything to him, when they were in the smaller guy's bedroom or even that morning in school, the way he was looking at Kurt showed how hot Blaine thought he was. And Kurt himself thought Blaine was really handsome and sexy. But he had never kissed someone (Karofsky didn't count, really) or had sex. And it was obvious Blaine totally planned to have sex with him at some point this week. What scared him the most was that he didn't really mind; he actually wanted to have sex with Blaine. He actually wanted his first time to be with him.

He also realized that he wasn't disgusted with Blaine making him wear panties and thongs. He'd thought about the idea before, and even looked at the different types of panties at the shops; but he didn't really believe he could wear them. But Blaine was right, they were made for people with a pussy and he had one. And after trying them on, he found how great his ass looked in them and there'd be no visible panty lines on his ultra-skinny jeans.

Kurt was glad Blaine hadn't told him when they made the bet that he would be sort of a sexual slave. He would've totally freaked out.

But he liked how Blaine made him feel. He liked sitting on his lap or having the strong arms around him. He liked how Blaine looked at him. He liked Blaine.

Yeah, hereallyliked Blaine.

"So..."

Kurt let his body fall on a chair in front of his father's one, crossing his legs and leaning forward with his hands on his knees.

Burt raised his stare from the newspaper to look at him. He must have sensed that his son wanted to have a "proper talk" 'cause he put the newspaper aside and mirrored his position.

"So..." he said with an arched eyebrow "Is this about money? 'Cause I gave you your monthly allowance like a week and a half ago and you even worked the past weeks and I've already paid you. So I'm not giving you more money, no matter how bad you want that Ralph Jacobs scarf."

"First of all, dad, it's Ralph Lauren or Marc Jacobs" he pointed with a bitch glare "Second of all, I don't want money; I just want to, uhm, tell you that I'll be a little busy this week."

"Oh! And why's that?"

"Because I have this... project, that I have to do with a friend and she has to look after her little sister, so we decided that we'd do it at her house. So I'll be there the whole week and I'll be sleeping there ever the weekend, too."

His father smirked and looked at his own feet.

"Project for...?"

"Chemistry!" he almost yelled.

His father's grin got wider as he looked at him. "And that girl would be?"

"Uhm... Brittany Pierce?"

He hoped the name was right. He had talked with that girl once and all she talked about was her overweight and cigarette addicted cat and her hate for Britney Spears because of their similar names. She also said something about how soft were Santana's girl kisses, but she said it was a secret and that Santana said she shouldn't tell anyone about that.

He didn't understand a word she said, though.

"Are you asking me?" He barked a laugh.

"No, no!" Kurt's cheeks flushed. "I'm telling you. Why are you so interested?"

Burt crossed his arms across his chest as he leaned back on his chair. He seemed to think the situation was really funny, 'cause he was constantly smirking and letting out a few chuckles.

"Can't I be interested in where my kid's gonna be?" he asked playful.

"Of course you can."

"So, you're going to be at this girl Brittany's house the whole week doing a Biology project."

He almost said yes. Why was his father trying to confuse him?

"Chemistry" Kurt corrected.

"Chemistry, of course. You can go, but I want you home by dinner." Kurt gave him a mortified look. "What about half past seven, maybe eight. Take it or leave it, Kurt"

"Eight."

"Eight it is. Have fun with your project, Kurt" he said with a wink, before standing up and disappearing on the kitchen.

His father was so weird.

Blaine couldn't sleep that night. Between asking himself if he had gone too far and scared Kurt, to wondering which thong Kurt would pick, he managed to stay awake the whole night. In his mind, he pictured Kurt in all the thongs, how sexy he would look and how great his ass would look.

In the morning he had three cups of coffee but he still felt like a zombie so he picked one more on his way to school.

He had decided to walk to school so he could get a ride back with Kurt later. If he did it the whole school week, maybe he'd get lucky and they could make out on the back seat... or something more.

The nervousness came back as he got closer to school. What if Kurt thought it through and got angry and was waiting at his locker to throw the whole box of thongs at his head? Or if he'd decided to report him for sexual harassment? Was that possible? Kurt wouldn't be that cruel. Would he? But if he did, it'd be his own fault for trying to trick the guy into being with him.

On second thoughts, maybe he could have just asked him for a date.

He was by his locker watching at his clock and sipping his coffee when Kurt appeared. It would be great to say that when he saw Kurt, time stopped and he heard an angel's chorus. But the truth is that as soon as Blaine saw the crazy –tight white jeans the blue eyed boy was wearing, he spat out his coffee on a girl that was passing by. A girl with a huge boyfriend, who then left Blaine with a black eye. It wasn't a romantic moment at all.

But Kurt helped him to the nurse. That was a win.

"You shouldn't make a habit of spitting coffee on jock girlfriends, Anderson" Kurt said with a smile "See you after class"

Before he could ask him to have lunch with him with puppy dog eyes (that would have totally ruined his bad boy image), Kurt was walking down the hallway with an extra sway in his hips. Blaine knew why the guy had picked those white pants, his ass looked so damn great that his mouth was watering. And his imagination was running wild wondering which pair of panties Kurt had chosen.

The day was torture. He spent all his classes picturing Kurt's ass in those sinful jeans and checking the clock, but every second felt like a whole hour. Blaine was grateful he didn't have any exams that day or he would have doodled hearts all over the paper or written"Blaine Anderson-Hummel"as his name.

He had to stop.

He had to remind himself that he wanted to fuck Kurt, not marry him. Marrying someone implied love, and Blaine knew that love wasn't real. After all, his parents always told him they loved him right up until the day he told them he preferred boys over girls... and they kicked him out of their house. He'd had to resort to blackmailing his parents with the threat of exposing his sexuality and that he was now homeless to their friends in order to get a new home set-up for himself. Of course they preferred the easy way out and willingly threw money at the problem to make sure Blaine was out of their lives.

That was how Blaine Anderson moved from California to Westerville, Ohio.

He spent the first year at the Dalton Academy for boys. He met incredible people and felt pretty safe, but most of the kids there and their families reminded him of his own; all important people with well known family names that looked down their nose at the rest of the world. He was sick of selfish arrogant people; he was sick of people who thought that money was more important than love or family. But he put up with it for the first semester and then got a couple of jobs to pass the time. His parents had already paid his tuition for the whole year, and everything else went on their credit card; so the money he earned simply ended up in the bank with all the money the Andersons had given him to stay away.

In the meantime he searched for schools and a place to live, finding a nice house a few minutes away of McKinley High School. The house was maybe a little too big for just one person, but the Andersons were the ones spending their money on it, so he didn't really care.

He ditched the gel hair and the blazer because there was no way that he'd look like a wedding cake doll in a school where people were showered with slushies by the jocks. He had done his research. His years of boxing had given him a solid build and the leather jackets made his shoulders look even broader. So he could be somewhat intimidating if necessary.

Sure, his first week had sucked. It was dead boring and the football team had tried to give him a 'proper welcome' but after twisting Azimio's arm and shoving him into lockers, they'd bolted.

But his second week was way better. Starting on Tuesday when he first saw Kurt Hummel walking the hallways. He couldn't take his eyes off him. The long legs, the shining blue eyes, the soft smile; all of Kurt begged to be stared at and drooled over. After finding out he was in a few of his classes, but sat at the back of the classroom; well, Blaine started sitting at the back too.

His chance came when he heard a girl asking Kurt about the tutoring lessons and he said that the teacher assigned him as a tutor without even asking him first.

He'd smiled like the damn Cheshire cat the whole day.

So that was that. From the first day he'd wanted to fuck Kurt. Just fuck him. He had to remember that.

But that was easier said than done.